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The history trip so far had been wonderful. And not just because of the two teachers accompanying you, even though they did make it exceedingly hard to be, for lack of a better word, normal . Your class had visited many sites of interest, and you had tried to concentrate in the museums and cathedrals and not get distracted by the pair of strict, sexy men hanging at the back, watching you intently. It was a losing game, and you knew it. On the bus you subtly rubbed your thighs together, hoping to alleviate the building tension between them, trying to buy time until you were by yourself and finally able to let go and entertain all those thoughts that had been plaguing you all day.

You were back in your room, thankfully alone, as there was an odd number of students attending the trip. Mind drifting towards thoughts you had been fighting back all day, watching your formidable teachers direct the class with such ease and power, you laid back into your bed, hand reaching between your legs as your mind strayed further. You had long since admitted to yourself the silly schoolgirl crush you’d had on your two history teachers. Only Reverend Graham taught your class, but something about Reverend Lecter’s calm confidence without needing to be cocky attracted you to him, and you found yourself going out of your way to bump into him, coming to his office to borrow a textbook, yet avoiding eye contact in the hallway for fear of betraying the lust in your eyes. They were the only two men in the world that could make you blush, stutter, that made you feel truly that they were men and that you were a girl, something they could belittle, but also protect. This wasn’t very feminist of you to wish for but any sane girl would throw feminism out the window if Reverend Graham had whispered into her ear ‘it’s alright love, I’ve got you’ while helping her out of class during a panic attack as he had to you. And that’s not even to mention Lecter’s constant habit of asking whether or not you had a boyfriend yet, in a jokey tone that in your delusion-addled mind belied a hint of seriousness, a glint of jealousy in his eyes you certainly imagined, and then as though a look of relief when you confirmed that you hadn’t. You knew that it was all in your head, but still, those fantasies of them, those looks they gave you that filled you with such need, never failed to excite you.

Your hand drifted slowly, teasingly, between your legs, eyes closed as you imagined it was someone else’s hand entirely. Someone older, wiser, someone with a cold ring on his finger and hot veins down his arms. You sighed contentedly when you first placed your fingers onto your panties, already wet with anticipation. You rubbed there for a few moments before pulling them to the side and tentatively touching your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut even tighter, and quiet gasp escaping your mouth as your mind ventured further into the fantasy, the big, broad hands caressing your thighs, your ass, your soft, tight pussy. You drew circles around the precious spot, that bundle of nerves that made your body convulse and toes curl as the first proper touch sent shock waves down your spine. You went punishingly slow, knowing this anticipation would make the climax even better, making you fall asleep as soon as you’d finished to thoughts of a strong, lean, tall man with dark curls hovering over you, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. You applied more pressure to your clit, but kept your circles slow. You were too engrossed in your own pleasure and fantasy to notice the sounds you were making, and to notice another, completely different sound - your door softly opening and shutting.

Continuing this punishingly slow rhythm, your back arched up, your body begging for more sensation, when you heard a soft voice say: “You’re doing it all wrong, you know?”

Gasping with surprise, your eyes flew open, hand instinctively reaching for your duvet to cover yourself from your intruder. However a hand, strong and large, stopped you before you could hide your naked pussy from this mystery guest. Your eyes travelled up the arm, eventually finding the courage to look at its owners face. Dark, wild hair, piercing eyes, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Reverend Graham looked like the cat that had got the cream. “S-Sir?” you managed to stammer out, heart beating a mile a minute and brain working at the speed of light trying to process exactly what was going on.

Without a word, your teacher just put his hands on your knees and spread them apart, so that your pussy was open, and fully on display.

“I said, you’re doing it all wrong. Look here.”

His hand drifted down, rubbing first hard at your clit, then moving down further, to your hole. Without warning he pushed it in, looking up with cool disinterest when you made a hurt sound at the stretch. “Haven’t been down here yet, huh? Definitely doing it all wrong.”

He started to slowly fuck his finger in and out of your tight hole, thumb occasionally rising up to rub softly at your clit, just enough stimulation so that you could feel it, but nowhere near hard enough to how you wanted it, making you grind your pussy into his hand in a futile attempt for more friction.

He tutted, pushing you back down with his free hand on your chest. Then, he reached into your top, palming first one breast, then the other, all while continuing to stretch you out. You squirmed beneath him, trying to understand what he was going to do. He lifted your top, exposing your chest, and the grabbed a nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. You gasped, surprised. Your nipples were sensitive, and the pain/pleasure you felt from having them handled like this made you feel amazing. “Never tried that too then, huh?” Your teacher’s cool tone and blank face betrayed nothing - they didn’t even acknowledge what he was doing to you, cold, disconnected. He clearly saw nothing wrong with crossing this boundary - merely saw a teachable moment. He continued to touch you and, privately, you decided you would need many more lessons.

Having noticed you drifting off into your own head, mind clouded with pleasure, he leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, forcing a shocked gasp from your mouth. He didn’t let go however, instead rolled it between his teeth to maximise sensitivity and sucked again. You didn’t know what feeling to concentrate on - your body was so overstimulated from all these new heights of pleasure he was showing you. One hand still touching your dripping wet pussy, his one thick finger stretching your hole relentlessly, his thumb touching your clit, almost a soft gesture to help ease the pain of the stretch. His other hand remained on your tit, alternating between massaging it and pulling and rolling the nipple. And his mouth of course, still dedicatedly sucking your other breast, red and swollen from the attention.

Your moans must have caught someone else’s attention, because soon enough there was another soft sound of your door opening and shutting.

“What do we have here then?”

Reverend Graham did not let up, both hands still hard at work on your body, making it difficult for you to see anything but stars. He did however lift his head up, and you managed to slightly open your eyes only to see another, lighter head of hair standing over your bed, watching you. 

“Poor little Miss L/N didn’t know how to touch herself properly. I thought I’d be a good teacher and give her some guidance.”

You writhed beneath his touch, feeling your climax coming on but scared to let go and cum in front of the two men you fantasised about the most. 

“Well I won’t disturb you, Will.” Reverend Graham nodded in thanks and returned his mouth’s attention to your heaving chest. “However, if you don’t mind, I think I might help our poor student out myself another time.” Graham hummed in agreement, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. “I’m sure we have different methods, and I would love to see how Miss L/N learns from the both of us in future.”

Reverend Graham lifted his head up, winked at Reverend Lecter, and then plunged a second finger into your poor, stretched out hole. Your whole body convulsing, you squeezed your eyes shut, an array of colours flashing before them as you climaxed. A sound escaped your lips that you had never heard before, a result of the new, overstimulating experience you had just had at the hands of your teacher. Reverend Lecter’s broad, warm hand quickly covered your mouth; Reverend Graham’s hands still occupied, wrenching every possible iota of pleasure from your body.

“Shh sh sh sh,” Lecter whispered softly into your ear, “we don’t want anyone hearing our favourite little student, do we?”

“More like little slut,” chuckled Graham, straightening himself up and brushing down his robes. “The way she was gasping my name was simply sinful.” He turned towards you, “Reverend Lecter will see to it that you are punished for this sinful behaviour.”

With that, they both left, the door shutting as softly as it had when they first entered, as though nothing out of the ordinary had even happened. Your legs still shaking, you wrapped your duvet around yourself. No one would ever believe that that had happened. And honestly? You could barely believe it yourself.

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You tapped your pen impatiently against your page, eyes drifting to the clock as you counted down the minutes to the end of the school day. Half an hour seemed like aeons as you crossed your legs, attempting to alleviate some of the tension between them that had been building up since the end of lunch.

It wasn’t often that you got the opportunity to do this, so you wanted to be as prepared as possible. Last night you spent an hour stretching yourself out with your fingers while on the phone with him, your teacher murmuring softly in your ear as you coaxed yourself to orgasm twice in the span of 30 minutes. You shuddered softly, a shiver going down your spine in anticipation for what was to come.

When the bell finally rang to signal the end of the lesson you practically jumped out of your seat, moving quickly to the History Department through the throngs of students leaving to go back to their dorms, all as anxious to leave as you were to get to your next timetabled classroom of the day. You were, after all, about to be taught a very valuable lesson.

Walking up to the room, you stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath in to calm your nerves before knocking on the door and hearing a soft “Come in,” from within.

Reverend Graham sat at his desk with his shirt buttoned open, collar lying on the table, abandoned. The first two buttons on his black shirt were undone, and you could just barely see smooth skin and a hint of collarbones. It was all you could do to stay standing, legs admittedly swaying a bit as you took him in, sitting at his chair with legs spread confidently and arm resting on the back of the seat - such a reticent yet commanding presence you could barely breathe. 

And that was before he even looked at you. His looks were admittedly rare, but when he granted you one, you couldn’t help but melt, wanting to give him anything he desired.

One glance of that blue, piercing gaze made you unstable all over again, his eyes drifting down slowly to take in your form, pausing appreciatively at your skirt, as though he were noticing how much shorter it was now than it had been when he saw you last in the corridor just 2 hours ago.

You blushed, crimson staining your cheeks at his attentive stare. The thrill of not knowing what he was thinking, what he wanted to do with you, clouded your mind, making your thoughts seem muted and blurry, all focused on the more and more prominent bulge in his trousers.

He stood up, bracing his arms easily on his legs, and walked past you, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your skin, and the strong, masculine scent of him - incense and spices and rosewood. He then leaned down slightly and murmured:

“I’m going to go to the Staff Bathroom. Be there in 5 minutes. Don’t be late”

Without another word he swept out the room, leaving you short of breath and increasingly frustrated as you tried to understand what exactly he wanted to do with you today.

Mind racing, you put your bag down by his desk, and when five minutes had passed made your way to the Staff Bathroom, looking around several times to make sure that no one could see you.

***

The slow tapping of water droplets against the sink greeted you as you walked in, looking around to find your teacher. Eventually, you heard a low groaning coming from the last stall to the left.

When you looked inside you were greeted by the sight of Reverend Graham leaning over, one hand braced on the wall, the other tightly fisting his cock, sliding over it backwards and forwards as he gasped, staring down at it. His face was so entirely different from how it had been just five minutes ago - he was chasing his pleasure, looking and sounding as though it almost hurt, how good it felt. Thinking about you, maybe. You hoped. After a minute or so he looked up, connecting his eyes with yours, and continued to jerk himself off.

He then extended an arm out to you, pulling you closer until you stood opposite to him, and slipped a hand under your skirt. Quickly finding your clit, he traced small, tight circles around it, his other hand still working his cock. He pulled you into him and kissed you passionately, inserting a finger, causing you to gasp in his mouth as he continued his fast pace.

He groaned under his breath as he tried to insert another finger and encountered a bit of pressure, and grinned against your mouth.

“Always so fucking tight for me huh?”

Now it was your turn to grin, the expression spreading slowly across your face as you leaned closer to him, wanting to feel his body heat, smell him now, aroused and sweating. He twisted his fingers at that moment, causing you to forget everything on the earth but the feeling of him inside of you. When you opened your eyes once more, no longer gasping, you looked up at the Reverend only to see him staring intently at your pussy, greedily taking his fingers, his eyes dark and full of lust.

It was then that he gripped your shoulders, pulling you closer to him and burying his fingers deep inside you, unlocking a new level of pleasure. It didn’t take long for you to get close in this position, and when you were certain you could no longer bear it you decided to tell him.

“P-please Sir. I’m gonna.. I’m gonna come”

“Oh you’re gonna come?” A devilish smirk touched his features, “Who said?”

Mind hazy with pleasure, you blinked your eyes a few times before looking at him confusedly.

He laughed, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait a bit more until you’re allowed to come, princess.”

“But- but-” you mumbled, dazed, as you tried to hold on.

Your attempts proved to be in vain however, as soon enough a great wave of pleasure coursed through your body, your teacher’s fingers carrying you through it all.

When you looked up at him again, you saw that Reverend Graham was still hard, and his eyes were blazing with barely restrained fury.

“You’re going to pay for that.”
Before you could ask what he meant he pressed his strong arm onto your shoulder, pushing you to the ground. You winced as your knees hit the floor, but barely had time to fully register the pain as his cock was shoved into your mouth, causing you to gag around the unexpected intrusion.

“There we go, that’s right.”
He slammed into your mouth a few more times before his hips stuttered and he came, at the last second pushing your head all the way onto his cock until your throat could physically fit no more, and held you there until he was finished.

When he finally let go, and helped you up as you struggled to balance on shaking legs, he pulled you close with a smile and whispered into your hair, “Before class, next week Wednesday.” You nodded, pleased to know your next meeting would be so soon, and started walking out the stall. “Oh and, Miss L/N?” You turned around just in time to see him buckling his belt again. “This time, try not to come before I let you.”

The ‘or else’ hung heavy in the air. You wondered if this was finally what was going to make him let Reverend Lecter have a go at you. For some reason, he had been holding back, despite promising the other man exactly that just two weeks ago. You had noticed Lecter glancing at you with those intense eyes in the hallways. It was all you could do not to beg Reverend Graham to let Reverend Lecter touch you. But Graham never brought it up.

You ducked your head, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and walked out of the bathroom.

You were just making your way down the corridor, more slowly than normal thanks to your shaky legs, when you heard strong, assured footsteps echoing at the other end of the hallway. You reached up, trying to make yourself presentable (and a little less fucked-out, this was a Catholic school after all), when Reverend Lecter rounded the bend in the corridor. You looked up at him, startled, but he kept his face neutral, walking a few more steps before stopping with a concerned look on his face.

“Miss L/N? Are you alright?”

Oh God. Of course the observant man had noticed your current state. What were you even supposed to say? ‘ Yeah, alright mate, just got finger-blasted by your colleague but it’s all in good fun did you catch the footie last night? ’ Great. Now your internal monologue just sounded like a middle-aged English guy. But wait, shit. You had been standing there, just staring at the Reverend, open-mouthed, for what seemed like forever. You shut your mouth as discreetly as possible and then mustered a polite smile.

“Yes Sir, quite alright, thank you.”

Not waiting for his reply, you walked off as quickly, and politely, your legs could carry you. Well then. Absolutely nothing had gone right in that interaction. You just hoped you wouldn’t have any more run-ins with Lecter for the rest of the week. You needed time to lick the wounds of awkwardness (and maybe fantasise a bit about him late at night. You know. To make up for this awkwardness with another kind of awkwardness.)